“Hi,” he said.
I was trapped. I think I was in a basement of some sort, but I have no idea where or for how long. The dark has a way of doing that to you. The only light was a small shaft above and in front of me. I had been given enough food for awhile, but I was chained to the wall and had a broken leg. It had been broken awhile, and I could feel it healing all wrong. Sometimes, it left me in such agony that I screamed until my voice was gone. It didn’t matter though, nobody came, I don’t know if anybody could even hear me. I hadn’t seen anybody in, how long? A week? I wasn’t sure, but I had eaten most of my food, so maybe a week. The only comfort to me, as I sat stewing in my own filth, was a murmur, a TV or a radio outside the basement door. It never left, and for those long stretches of darkness, was the only reminder of a world outside. Continue reading “His Voice”
So far, the day had been a disaster. What was supposed to be the best day of Gretchen’s life hadn’t gone so great, and she was starting to dread the rest of it. The three layer lemon and vanilla cake hadn’t turned up yet, one of the groomsmen had food poisoning and looked positively green, and Gretchen was starting to have a cramp in her belly that felt like her monthly was on its way. This didn’t bode well. And she still hadn’t put the dress on. Continue reading “Matrimony”
So, a little introduction before the story. This is a continuation of a previous story, Iguana #2 (or was that a prequel to this?) Like most of my “series” this is more than okay to read on it’s own, but you can certainly check out the previous one.
I’ve been thinking a little bit on the story I set in motion with Iguana #2 and it seems like something ripe for a longer project. So, I’d like to ask everybody what they think. Not just of this story, but about the possibility of this kicking off a longer project? Perhaps this could be my NaNoWriMo story this year? Let me know. Story after the break. Continue reading “Living in Shadow”
She was sitting outside of a cafe, waiting for him. The cafe sat right across the street from where he worked. She liked going to this cafe. It was a good one. Honestly, she didn’t even know he worked there when she first started coming here, but he did. She’d seen him a few times. Never approached him though, never had the courage. That would change today though. This time, she would walk right up to him in a way she never could before- Continue reading “No Regrets”
It wasn’t the taste of apples and honey that was offensive. In fact, Piper quite liked the two together. Every once in a while, she would get that craving, and would find herself drizzling honey over a crisp apple… it always ended in regret. There were too many memories, too many emotions. How could one fruit turn a mercenary like Piper Lancaster into a sniveling ball of mush? If any of her enemies knew…well, the chances that Piper would continue to exist were slim. Continue reading “The Taste of Betrayal”
“Welcome everybody to the most significant event of the twenty-first century!”
It was like a dream.
“What we are about to do here, live, will forever change the course of human history!”
A bad dream. Continue reading “The Long Sleep”
Here’s another flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig. You can find that here. This one was simple, it starts with a knock at the door. (So much possibility!) The story below is actually a continuation from a previous story. This one. It should still stand on it’s own though, so don’t feel you need to read the earlier one just to get this. Continue reading “A Mistake Made Twice”